The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink in your well is black as a bruise, and you are twelve years old, which is a precise age for a scribe in the High Court of King Aldric, where the air smells of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood, and your only desire, the singular fire that drives your hand to the quill, is to secure the dowry for your sister, Elise, before the winter frost takes the last of her health. You...

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